1990 • DeVante Swing• SLOW UPDATES

Chapter 2 - In the city of Los Angeles ?

"Listen D, let me speak to your mother and I'll call you before bedtime and we'll finish our conversation, okay" I said, feeling bad that I had to cut our conversation short because of her mother. "Okay daddy talk you to later." She says, before the line grew quiet. While waiting for her to get to the phone, I glance at the clock reading 10:30 am. Shit I almost forgot about our meeting at 11, she better hurry up.

"What do you want now Donald." She says irritated. "Stop calling me by my first name you lost that privilege when you decided to cheat on me, now why did you lie to Dyana about her bike. When you and I both know I picked out and paid for that bike not Ron dumb ass."

"Are you really still mad about that DeVante I already apologized, I don't know what else you want me to do. And, it don't even matter why I told her that all that matters is she's happy and you should be happy for her." She calmly says, emphasizing my name, like she always does to get under my skin. I can't believe she fixed her mouth to say some dumb shit like that.

"What the fuck you mean it don't matter. If I did that to you, you'd be raising hell. You complain about me not being there with her but I have to travel to provide for her cause you're nine to five ain't cutting it. Then when I do, do something for her you tell her a stranger did it. What type of shit is that?" I raise my voice, becoming angrier the longer this phone call continued. The last thing I need right now is to be stressing over her. She chuckles lightly before speaking, "You know what DeVante I think you're still upset about us. I understand you were hurt but we were just kids, we wasn't going to last anyway. I think you should just move on."

"What the fuck are you talking about? This has nothing to do with 'us'. There ain't no 'us' this about you lying to our daug-" The line goes dead. I scrunch my face up in a frown, looking down at the telephone. "Did she just hang up?" I mumble to myself.

"Yo De, Al just call.. Why you in here talking to yo self?" Dalvin walks into my room looking me up and down confused. I let out a frustrated sigh, running my hand down my face, before tightly clenching my fist. Man what does this nigga want. "You never heard of knocking." I snap looking in his direction. "What the fuck you so mad about?" He asks making himself comfortable on my bed.

"I just talked to Mary." He rolls his eyes, "what does she want?" Out of the four of us Dalvin hates Mary the most. They never got along, Dalvin always felt some type of way whenever I brought her around. He even once told me that I shouldn't believe that Dyana is mines. "She doesn't want anything, I called to speak to Dyana and I found out she lied to Dyana and told her that Ron bought her bike instead of me. Then when I confront her about it she tells me that it's not serious and I should be happy for her." I frown thinking back to our conversation moments ago.

"Damn De thats foul, you just gon let her do that." He shakes his head. "I'm going to handle it, now what you want?" I don't feel like discussing my business with him nor do I feel like talking about the situation all together. He pulls himself off the bed standing up. "Oh yeah I almost forgot, Al just called he said something about a meeting or some shit." He shrugs, walking towards my door about to let himself out. I glance at the clock yet again reading 10:54 am, I jump up remembering the meeting that we are suppose to attend today. I was to busy dealing with Mary dumb ass I didn't even notice the time. Shit

"What you such in a hurry for?" He stops turning back around looking at me as if I lost my mind. I grab my wallet and my pager off the nightstand latching it onto my pants making sure it don't fall off. "I forgot to tell y'all we got a meeting today at Uptown at eleven, could you go in the studio room and grab that disk on the soundboard." I speak in a hurry not wanting to waste anymore time.